Trolls. What do you imagine? Maybe
something like the big ugly pictured here. In my Witches of
Galdorheim series, I wanted a cave-dwelling bunch of uglies, but
dwarves didn’t seem right for my book. Then I started hearing music
inside my head. You know how that goes, right? It builds and builds
until it has you screaming in frustration, willing to even listen to
some other music to at least swamp the tormenting sound.

But before I could find a MP3 file of
"Henry the VIIIth" by Herman’s Hermits, I stopped and
listened. My muse was whacking me in the head via earworm. The music
was Grieg’s Hall of the Mountain King from the Peer Gynt Suite.
Duh. Trolls.

Despite the canards on trolls from the
likes of Artemis Fowl or Pratchett’s Discworld, I thought they
could be heroic if given sufficient ale.

From the Free Dictionary/Encyclopedia:

A troll is a fearsome member of a
mythical race from Norse mythology. Originally more or less the
Nordic equivalents of giants, although often smaller in size, the
different depictions have come to range from the fiendish giants –
similar to the ogres of England – to a devious, more human-like
folk of the wilderness, living underground in hills, caves or mounds.

Hey! They’re not all flesh-eating
giants who turn to stone in the sunlight. Some are devious little
guys who live in wilderness areas (no doubt protecting endangered
magical species).

In Bad Spelling, Kat and her
smart-aleck half-brother, Rune, (also happens to be a vampire, but
has absolutely no resemblance to the Twilight guy except they’re
both cute as hell) are directed by Kat’s flash-frozen dad (Rune
calls him a popsicle) to visit the Troll King. At the Hall, she
requests assistance from King Ole, the Norwegian Troll King. He
arranges for her and Rune to ride the Trollercoaster, which starts in
Norway and ends up in the Ural Mountains. From there Kat, Rune, and a
changeling troll named Andy travel to Siberia to find Kat's family.

Clearly, trolls are good. They are
nice, helpful, cheerful, and sing fairly well too. Yet aspersions
continue to be cast upon these misunderstood creatures. Shame on all
of you for making them the bad guys all these years!

Excerpt from Bad Spelling

Chapter Fifteen - Three Trolls on a Bridge

Kat ran to where her brother and the three trolls faced each other. The trolls stood shoulder to shoulder, their big, splayed feet firmly planted in front of the footbridge. They bared their chunky yellow teeth and growled at Rune. Although hardly reaching Rune’s shoulder, they each outweighed him. Clearly, the trolls did not intend to let him cross. Looking up and down the streamlet, Kat wondered at their careful guarding of the bridge. Kind of silly, she thought, since anyone could easily step across the rivulet without even getting wet feet. She wondered if these were children, given their short stature. However, their long knives looked very grown up.

Enunciating each word, Rune held his hands out to show they were empty. Kat had no idea what her brother was saying, since Rune was speaking Old Runish. Except for a few spell words, Kat didn’t understand the ancient tongue.

Evidently, neither did the trolls. Rune spoke again, louder this time, and took one slow step forward. At this move, the troll on the left lunged at them, jabbing at Rune with his knife. Rune sidestepped the rush, and the troll, taken off balance, stumbled and fell flat on his face. Kat stepped over the troll and grasped his arm but only caught hold of his sleeve. He screamed and pushed her away. The other two trolls ran at her with their knives raised, yelling as they advanced.

Rune stuck out his foot and tripped the middle troll. The last troll standing went after Rune. The young warlock threw up his hands, arms crossed to fend off the attack. A bright red light arced from his hands to hit the charging troll in the face. The troll dropped his knife and fell to the ground, screaming and rolling around with his hands pressed over his eyes. Rune snatched up the knife and held it to the middle troll’s neck. Kat sat on the one she grabbed, pulling the knife from his flailing hand. The recipient of Rune’s flash attack kept his hands over his eyes.

Rune spoke again in Old Runish, shouting to make himself heard. It didn’t do any good; the trolls all continued screaming and squealing at the top of their lungs.

Kat jumped up from the troll’s back and grabbed Rune’s hand, pulling the knife away from the troll’s neck. “Rune,” she yelled, “tell them we won’t hurt them!”

The thrashing troll froze then turned his cumbersome head toward her.

“You can speak our language!” He slapped the troll nearest to him, who abruptly stopped screaming. The one whose neck Rune held the knife to spread his fingers to peek at Rune and Kat.

Rune released the troll and stood up, looking a little sheepish. “I just assumed—” He stopped then shook his head.

Kat crouched on her knees next to one of the trolls lying on the ground and patted him on the shoulder. “We mean you no harm. We’re Wiccans from Galdorheim. Maybe you’ve heard of it?”

Slowly, the trolls climbed to their feet, looked at Kat, then at each other. The three trolls huddled, conferring together. Kat heard a murmur but couldn’t make out what they said.

Kat continued, searching for something to say. “My Aunt Thordis…” Three pairs of troll eyes turned to her and opened wide. They stared at Kat. The middle troll elbowed the one on his left, who giggled. The troll on the right gave a great whoop of laughter then slapped the middle troll on the back. All three trolls broke into huge guffaws and ended up leaning on each other, wiping tears from their eyes. Rune and Kat stared open-mouthed.

Saturday, October 22, 2016

The last Countdown Deal I can run until November is for The Witches of Galdorheim Box Set. Note the discounts are available on both US and UK Amazon sites. Don't want to leave my British friends out of the deal. This book is always available free in the KU and KOLL programs.

All three books in the series in a single volume. It's a short countdown, but maximum savings each day:

Thursday, October 20, 2016

The Witches of Galdorheim series is all about witches...and warlocks. While some people insist warlocks are always evil, and think that's as nonsensical as saying all witches are evil. Or all people. Or all puppies.

One warlock in the series plays a major role in all three novels and has his very own prequel story about his own experience growing up on an island full of witches and magic. You don't just perform magic without a little practice, or things might get very out of control.

Rune: Kat's younger brother is the offspring of a witch and a vampire. Don't give me any grief about vampire's not being able to breed yada yada. This is my fantasy book, and I'll write it any way I want to.

Anyway, Rune has a double-dose of magical ability since he has inherited his witch mother's spellcasting talent, but also can call on his vampire side for some benefits. His biggest problem is keeping his vampire side in check. The slightest hint of blood sets him off. He struggles with his blood craving and hopes to overcome it someday. In the meantime, everybody makes sure Rune doesn't see so much as a pricked thumb.

Kat asks Rune for some packaged spells to help her in her scheme to run away from home. Always loving an adventure, Rune decides he has to come along with his sister. Not only does he love her, but he also finds her clumsy spelling a source of infinite amusement.

Excerpt from Spellslinger

Rune stuffed his hands into his jeans pockets and stomped down the street, his shoulders hunched. A clump of dandelions hugging the white picket fence leapt out at him, their squeaky little growls and slashing petals pulled a grin from the eleven-year-old warlock for a moment until he remembered he was in a bad mood.

He punted the attacking flowers with a transforming spell turning them into a tumbleweed rolling along the street. Rune sprinted after and gave it a kick with a Beckham bend. The shrub careened out of control over a picket fence and into a yard. Lilac, a witch who lived in the cottage, stepped out on her porch. “Rune, get that thing out of my garden!”

“Yes’m.” Rune felt his cheeks redden. He pulled out his wand and flicked it toward the offending bush. The shrub shook, then hopped in the air. When it landed, it sunk its brand-new roots into the ground on the edge of Lilac’s koi pond. The rose buds adorning the stems burst into full bloom and a few petals dropped and floated on the water.

Lilac smiled. “Congratulations, Rune. You charmed your way out of a telling-off.” The witch walked back into her home.

Rune continued on his way, his shoulders settling, a frown tugging the corners of his mouth back down. His friend, Dalton, had joined the Wolf Pack and seemed to forget that Rune was his best bud. The Wolf Pack wasn’t exactly condoned in the witch community, but as long as the transformed boys didn’t actually eat anybody, the warlocks turned a blind eye. Rune had promised his mother and aunt that he’d not get involved in the group. As a half vampire, the only vampire, he already had plenty to worry about without also taking on a wolf form. The boys’ play sometimes drew blood. No way could Rune keep from going mega-vampire at the sight of blood.

It sucked. Since he wouldn’t join the pack, they all stopped letting him hang out with them. Now he was stuck in the 'so not cool' group to which his older half sister already belonged. She couldn’t cast a spell that didn’t blow up in her face, and since Rune couldn’t join the other boys in the Pack, he felt like an outcast. His mind pinged, and the word “outlaw” blazed in his head. Yeah, that’s what he’d do, spell up a place of his very own. To heck with Dalton and those other boys turning themselves into werewolves. He’d become an outlaw, a real gunslinger. Or how about a spellslinger? That had a nice ring to it.

That’s it. He’d go old west, old U.S. west. He’d watched about a zillion westerns, so he figured he could conjure a proper old west town and he’d be...what? The leader of a bandit gang? The Sheriff of a little town taking on the bad guys? Yeah, he’d be the hero.

Monday, October 17, 2016

The
most well-known werecritter is the werewolf. At this time in the
cycle of what’s hot, what’s not, werewolves are getting great
press via the Twilight books and movies by Stephanie Meyer.

I
have to admit it. Werewolves can be totally sexy guys (gals) in human
form. Meyer finally got one legendary being right. Well, she agrees
with my concept, which I used before I read any of the Meyer saga.
To tell the truth, I still haven’t read any of the books, because
the first movie put such a bad taste in my mouth. OMG, Edward loves
Bella because she SMELLS good?!?!? Gimme a break.

As
we all know, werewolves are shape-shifters. When the full moon rises,
your normal guy (or gal) changes into a werewolf. Sometimes, they are
portrayed as mindless beasts who’ll rip the throat out of anybody
they come upon. Other portrayals show that the maintain their human
intelligence when shifted. Since the legends vary so wildly, I
decided to not only have my werewolves remain intelligent, but also
able to shift from human to wolf form at will.

How
do I justify this turning away from the legend? I don’t need to.
Some folks will howl in disgust with my tampering with the myths. Let
‛em whine or even bark. I’ve seen authors do just about
everything with the tropes: weres, vampires, demons, fairies, angels,
ancient gods. That, I believe, is perfectly okay. You want a
half-vampire, half-demon? I’ve seen that in paranormal more than
once. Gods less than god-like? Yup, been done.

Anyway,
I have a six-pack of werewolves in “Bad Spelling.” Here’s a
taste (ha ha, get it?) of my werewolf mashup.

EXCERPT

Rune joined them. “Are we going to
stand around here all day? Where’s the alternative transportation
you told us about?”

“But werewolves?” There was
no mistaking them for regular wolves. Besides being twice the size of
the largest of the wolves, the eyes gave them away. Even from a
distance, Kat could see them gleaming with intelligence.

“Look behind them,” Andy said.

The big wolves loped along easily; they
were harnessed to a sled, bouncing along behind them. The speed with
which they approached told her they would have no problem pulling a
heavy load.

The wolves came up the slope and
stopped in front of them. The lead werewolf looked at each of them
with some interest. Kat felt like an item on a menu, like when they
faced the polar bear.

The lead wolf said, “Good morning.
Hmm. Humans, not trolls. Interesting.” The wolf looked over his
shoulder at the others. “Remember, King Olaf hired us to deliver
these people to where they want to go. You are not to eat them.”
The other wolves nodded, but their long tongues hanging over
gleaming, razor-sharp teeth was not a reassuring sight; their mouths
dripped saliva in a most disconcerting manner.

The lead werewolf turned his pale
yellow eyes back to Andy. “So, where are we going?”

Andy briefly explained what they
wanted. The werewolf nodded and said, “If I understand correctly,
we are looking for the Sami tribe. Do you realize they’re nomadic?”

“Sort of. All I know for certain is
they spend much of their time on the northern coast.” Andy glanced
at Kat. “Anything else?” She shook her head.

The wolf stared at Andy for a moment
and then said, “Well, come closer so I can smell you. The girl,
too.”

Kat hung back. “Why do you want to—?
Oh, I understand. You can find the Samis through our scent.”

“Very
good, young lady,” the werewolf answered and sniffed at her
outstretched hand. He licked it once. Kat jerked her hand back.
“Taste helps, too,” the werewolf answered, with a hint of humor
in his gruff voice.

“What’s your name?” Kat asked.

“I call myself Mazi in my wolf form.
I try to keep my human life separate.” The werewolf raised his head
and howled. The other wolves joined in the chorus. Goose pimples rose
on Kat’s arms. Then, they all fell silent and pricked their ears,
turning their heads this way and that. From off in the distance, Kat
heard a faint answering howl.

Saturday, October 15, 2016

In
Scotch Broom, I present Glaistig as a vampire woman who has entered
the Otherworld because she no longer wants to live off the blood of
humans. Within the magical realm, she can safely feed on the various
magical creatures without killing them. Once I discovered her, I knew
she had to be part of the Scottish story. While a vampire, she’s got a soft
side that appeals to Rune. In other words, she’s
not all bad; she’s just been fabled that way.

According to
one legend the glaistig was once a mortal noblewoman, to whom a fairy
nature had been given or who was cursed with the goat's legs and
immortality, and since has been known as The Green (or Gray) Lady.

In most
stories, the creature is described as a beautiful woman with dusky or
gray skin and long blonde hair. Her lower half is that of a goat,
usually disguised by a long, flowing green robe or dress.

In the diverse
and changing traditions of the Highlands, the Glaistig was seen as
both benevolent and malevolent towards humans. In one aspect she even
takes the role of the Banshee, wailing at the death of important
people.

The glaistig
may take the form of a beautiful woman, especially one already known
to the male victim; after offering sexual favors like a camp
follower, she leaves her male victim with his throat cut, every drop
of blood sucked from him. Other such tales have her casting stones in
the path of travelers or throwing them off course.

In some variant
stories the glaistig may be seen as benevolent, fond of children and
a protector of old people. Libations of milk were poured for her,
especially on selected stones; this veneration may be linked with
older fertility customs. The glaistig has been described in some
folklore as watching over children while their mothers milked the
cows and fathers watched over the herds.

The glaistig
frequented the lonely lochs and rivers in the Highlands of Scotland,
such as Ardnacaillich, Donolly Castle, Loch Fyne, Crathes Castle and
in Wales at Caerphilly.

Excerpt

Rune, Kat’s
brother, is searching for his sister while Cailleach is searching for
both Rune and Kat by sending one or more of her minions to find them.
Glaistig’s job is to find Rune, determine whether or not he’s a
vampire, and to bring the boy to the goddess.

As the sun eased down to hide behind a
mountain range to the west, a movement to his left caught his
attention. It looked like a tendril of smoke rising from the swamp.
Since it was unlikely anything could burn in the bog, he watched the
gray mist with interest. He notched up his vampire vision to watch.
The smoky mist grew opaque then solid. A figure formed, but as if a
statue made of granite, it was solid gray. Watching closely, Rune
waited to see what this might be. He had studied all types of magical
beings and couldn’t recall one like this.

The smoke woman, for he now recognized
the shape as female, wafted toward him on the air. When it stopped a
few feet away from him, it slowly gathered color from the moors.
Heather green, water blue, dried grass yellow. The colors mixed and
swirled and finally settled on the figure, giving her the approximate
colors of a woman with blonde hair, a pale, gray face, and dazzling
blue eyes staring at him in silence. She wore a long dress and cape,
both the color of morning mist.

Rune ventured a greeting. “Hello?”
The woman didn’t speak, but she moved again, this time circling
him. Rune turned to keep her in his sight.

“I am
Glaistig.” Her voice was as soft as the smoke from which she
formed.

Without his
vampire hearing, Rune wouldn’t have been able to hear the whisper.
“Ahem. I’m Rune. Nice to meet you.” Rune wondered whether to
offer his hand to shake and decided not to risk it. He’d heard some
magical beings poisoned those who touched them.

The pale woman
looked him up and down and then nodded slightly. “You are vampyr?”

“Um. Is that a
problem?”

“Not at all. I
am also.”

“Oh. I should
have guessed. Night. Smoke. Oh! I remember who you are!” Rune
snapped his fingers. “Glaistig, the Gray Lady. But you’re not a
true vampire, are you?”

“It depends
upon my mood and how a person treats me. If I meet a man on the road,
and he tries to grab me, I dance away and let him follow. I lure him
to my lair. Then, I take his blood. But if a man tips his hat and
wishes me a good evening, I leave him with a smile.”

“That’s a
relief. My name is Rune, and I’m here looking for my si—” Rune
stopped and considered that if Glaistig was a vampire and thought he
was too, he shouldn’t mention he had a witch sister. “Uh, a
female friend. Have you seen a girl with black hair?”

“I have not,
but Cailleach may be able to help you.” Something darker than the
blackest shadow lumbered out of the night. Glaistig glanced at the
giant coming up behind her. “It’s all right, Bodach. This man is
a vampire.”

The giant halted
by her side and glared down at Rune, who swallowed hard and craned
his neck to look up at the ugly face on top of the nine-foot tall
body. The giant sniffed. “As you say, Glaistig. We take him to
Cailleach?”

“Yes, we do.”
Turning to Rune, the Gray Lady beckoned with her index finger. “Come,
Rune. We shall visit the goddess.”

“Well, that’s
okay. I’ll just look over there,” Rune replied, pointing in the
opposite direction of where Glaistig appeared to be headed.

Bodach took two
long strides and grabbed Rune’s arm before he could react.

“Uh, since you
put it that way.” He pulled his arm away from the giant and
followed Glaistig.

The Gray Lady
smiled at him. “I’m so happy you agree. Bodach is Cailleach’s
very faithful servant. I doubt he would take no for an answer.”

Rune nodded glumly. It looked like he
was stuck for now. Still, it might be a good thing. This Cailleach
might be able to help find Kat. But why would being a vampire all of
a sudden be a good thing? He could sense that if he had not been a
vampire, Bodach the giant, would now be crushing his skull between
his two gigantic hands. And who was this goddess Cailleach? The name
didn’t ring any bells.

Rune followed
Glaistig, with Bodach close on his heels. Over the thumps of Bodach’s
heavy footsteps, he heard the skittering sound of a small animal in
the grass as they walked away.

Wednesday, October 12, 2016

The entire Witches of Galdorheim series has a few characters featured in all the books. I thought re-introducing the stars of the series a good setup for the Witch Extravaganza month of October. Oh, yeah, it's going to be BIG! All four of the books in the series are available in Audio format.

To set things up for the big month, here's a bit on two more Witches of Galdorheim characters who play a major role in all four books.

Ardyth; Kat's and Rune's mother is one of the three most powerful witches on Galdorheim Island. You wouldn't believe it from her somewhat scatter-brained demeanor. Kat's pretty sure she behaves like a flibbertigibbet just to irritate her older sister, Thordis. When writing the books, I always pictured Ardyth as looking like Candice Bergen.

Prior to the events in the series, we learn that Kat's father Boris, a Siberian fisherman who was stranded on Galdorheim, is frozen between life and death from a ice cave collapse. What was he doing in the ice cave? Ardyth is mum on the subject.

After Boris' semi-demise, Ardyth visits Transylvania to meet an eligible warlock. Unfortunately, Drakos had been attacked by a vampire and was turned himself. Ardyth escapes with her life, but pregnant with Rune.

Throughout Kat's adventures, Ardyth steadfastly supports her daughter, even if it must be from afar.

Thordis: Ardyth's elder sister and Kat's aunt, Thordis is the top witch on Galdorheim. Most of her duties are administrative, but she rules over all of the witches and warlocks on the island. Still, her gruff exterior and nose-in-the-air attitude hides her love for her niece and nephew. Her take-charge attitude and powers allow her to assist Kat in her adventures.

Kat's mishaps force Thordis to tolerate Mordita since they must work together to keep the kids from sure death at every turn. In my mind's eye, I always see Endora from the Bewitched TV series (are you old enough to remember watching it?)

Sunday, October 09, 2016

My name is Katrina Galdorheim, but I'd rather you call me Kat. Try to convince my mother and aunt of that and you’d most definitely bring on one of her lectures. Especially if you try to argue with Aunt Thordis about ANYTHING! She’s the chief administrator and de facto mayor of our little island village full of witches and warlocks.

So when she implies I’m a L-O-S-E-R, everybody pretty much agrees with her. Oh, most of the other witches are nice enough to me, but the whispers behind my back are none too subtle.

A couple more people to introduce for this story.

My mom seems like a ditz, but her magic is just as powerful as Aunt Thordis’s. I think Mom just likes to be the total opposite of her overbearing sister. Don’t tell Aunt Thordis I said that.

My only real friend is Rune even if he is my brother (half) and crazy good at magic. Everything comes so easy for him and it’s enough to make me insane. The only thing he does have trouble with is keeping his vampire half in control. I know how hard it is for him. If he sees even a drop of human (well, witch or human) blood, he totally freaks. Eyes go blood red, canines grow. Yeah. Seriously. But he’s working on it, and will beat the blood-sucking monkey on his back someday.

What else can I say? This book is about me mostly, though mom, Aunt Thordis, and Rune all play a big part in it. So my problem is that I can’t cast spells without them going wrong. Not just little, teensy so-what wrong, but big, gigantic, totally outrageous wrong.

When you’re living on an island populated by witches, and the island runs on magic, being magic-challenged doesn't just suck, it's downright dangerous.

This excerpt makes clear just how much of a klutz I am. Don't worry, though. Things get worse, but eventually they do get better.

Bad Spelling - Chapter 1 Excerpt

Kat ran up the steps of the schoolhouse as a flash of red light pulsed from the space beneath the front door. A screech of girlish laughter followed by shouts of “yes!” and “whoa!” got louder when she pulled the door open. Her heart sank. Dang it. Late again.

A muffled bang accompanied by puffs of red and violet smoke billowing out from the back of the room gave her cover to rush to the last available seat. When the smoke cleared, Kat rolled her eyes, barely controlling a snort. Her brother Rune’s used-to-be vampire bat now clung to his finger chirping angrily while his best friend’s was-a-rat now stared with hungry eyes at it in the temporary form of a scruffy gray cat.

Unfazed, Miss Mariah cleared her throat and glared at the boys. “Would you please wait for everyone else?” Rune and Dalton grinned at each other and transformed their respective familiars back to their original forms.Grow up, bro. Really! Kat thought, but a smile tugged at the corners of her mouth. She was proud of Rune’s mad skills, since she couldn’t spell herself out of a beanbag chair. She knew she had the power; everybody knew it. What she lacked was control. Every spell she tried to cast went wrong in the most disastrous way.

Rune’s bat flapped to the rafters and hung upside down, glaring down at his owner. Rune dodged a drop of guano, picked up his wand, and tapped it on the desktop. With a high-pitched squeak, the bat dropped to the desk and folded its wings, but it didn’t look happy.

Miss Mariah muttered, “Fiksu aasi noita.” She watched Kat as she hunched over and dropped her book bag on the floor. “Nice of you to join us, Katrina. See me after class about your tardiness.”

She faced the class. “Now then, please take out your chalk and wands for today’s lesson, which is,” she shot a semi-annoyed look at Rune and Dalton, “transformation.” The Wiccan students rustled bags and whispered to each other while they did as told.

When the witches and warlocks in training looked up, she continued. “Although some students can transform without benefit of pentagram and wand, those of you who are beginners, or less motivated—” she paused and gave Kat a hard look, “must practice first with the proper equipment.”

Kat’s face warmed, and she sank lower into her chair. Heaving a sigh, she set her brown bunny, Teddy, on her desktop and fumbled in her bag for her spell book, yew wood wand, and chalk.

Merry, the curly-haired blonde witch sitting next to Kat, waved her arm in the air.

The class snickered. Kat grimaced at Merry. If I got my hands on her…aw, what’s the use?
“No, everybody stays right where they are,” Miss Mariah snapped. She pasted on a fake smile and continued in a treacle-sweet voice. “Now, class, draw the pentagram on your desktop and place your familiar in its center.”

The younger students practicing their first transformations looked to the board where, under Miss Mariah’s control, the chalk drew a practice pentagram stopping short of completing the last of the five points.

She tapped the board. “An unattended pentagram can cause all sorts of problems, the least being a tusser or tomte taking advantage of an open gateway. They’re harmless for the most part but like to play tricks. So be prepared with your spell before completing the pentagram.” More than one kid smudged an opening in their already drawn star. “Children, you must focus. Don’t let yourselves get distracted.” Miss Mariah adjusted a child’s grip on his wand as she walked by.

Merry curled her lip and hissed, “You’d better not screw me up. If I can’t work this spell right, it’ll be your fault.”

“Tough luck, Merry,” Kat snarled. “If you’re such a great witch, my being here shouldn’t make any difference.”

Turning away from Merry, Kat finished the final leg of her pentagram and set the bunny in the center. “Stay right there, Teddy,” she whispered to her little brown rabbit, setting a chunk of carrot in front of him. He made a dash for the edge of the desk. Kat hauled him back. “Cut it out. You’ll smear my chalk lines.” She stroked his soft fur for a moment. “Hope this works.” He twitched his nose twice, closed his eyes, and hunkered down.

Kat checked her spell book one last time, took a deep breath, and completed the spell with a loud “Fullgerður!” and a dramatic sweep of her arms, just missing Merry’s head with her wand. Merry shrieked and jumped out of her chair. She glared at Kat while wiping green goo off the side of her face. “Your rabbit stinks. Just like your spellcasting!”

Kat’s mouth hung open for a moment; then she clamped it shut when she glanced down at what was left of Teddy sitting in a pool of slime dripping onto the floor. Merry was right about one thing. The goo smelled like pond scum.

Teddy looked up at his witch with sad, bulging eyes, the top half of a frog’s body floating in the green glop. Kat groaned. Poor, long-suffering Teddy. Green and slimy—that was the good part. The pink nose and floppy ears—not so good. If she couldn’t master transformation and the other mid-level junior spells, she’d be left behind again.

Tuesday, October 04, 2016

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